And soar through our skies with invisible wing;
But here, on the earth, where in wretchedness lie
Its sin-stricken children to struggle and die.
2 They come, in their mercy and power, to dispel
The spectres of gloom from the prisoner’s cell;
In love’s name to say to the stricken one there,
That God still hath ear, and an answer to prayer.
3 And strong grows the heart of the outcast—and soon
In that dim prison come the pure light-gleams of noon;
The resolve and the faith of the sinner forgiven,